Once, three men were travelling in an aeroplane.
Unfortunately, one fell down.
Fortunately, there was a haystack below him.
Unfortunately, there was a pitchfork in the hay.
Fortunately, he missed the pitchfork in the haystack.
Unfortunately, he missed the haystack.
The
census-taker knocked on
Miss Matilda’s door. She answered all his questions until he asked her age.
That she refused to tell.
‘But everybody tells their age to the census-taker,’
he said. ‘Do you mean,’ Miss Matilda said, ‘that Miss Grace and Miss Irene Hill
down at the corner told their ages?’
‘Yes, indeed.’
‘Well,’ snapped Miss Matilda. ‘I’m the same age.’

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